C320 Who Was the Murderer

His mother was all he had, and now she was all he had.

As she looked at it, her heart ached.

As Hao Zhongtian turned his head, she saw the old Hao Qi. The silver hair on his head had increased a lot, and his old face was filled with forbearance and sadness.

He had a cane in his hand, but his back was hunched with age. His eyes were fixed on the picture of Lyi Yumo in front of the tombstone